Brandon Sanderson: Kindle Novels & Stories

Brandon nodded, his eyes locked on Ashton's, his hands raised and his fingers weaving intricate patterns in the air, as he cast a shimmering barrier around Anakin's small dragon form. The barrier glowed with a soft, blue light, a protective shield that would prevent Anakin from escaping or fleeing from the consequences of his actions. Brandon actually took after his mother's, Ara's magic powers and was able to use it when he was just 2 years old. Ashton then turned to Dustin, his eyes narrowing, his gaze piercing, as he instructed, "And Dustin, summon the rain, and control it properly, so that it falls only on the area within Brandon's barrier." The tone was firm, commanding... leaving no ro

And immediately Kambiri was dashing at Brandon to punch him, his punch landed on the floor and made a heavier noise "clack!" And the floor cracks and give a little hole all around it's surface. But Brandon is nowhere to be found, he vanished from their present, and this shocks Kamdi and his brother, they never knew that Brandon has special abilities or does it mean that there is another trick which he entirely applied. No wonder he has the full guts and courage to stand in their mids and tell them that him "Brandon is fully ready for them"

Luyando wiped away her tears with a rage that was beyond her years, her gaze still fixed disapprovingly on her father. “What about me!” Luyando cried, her hand hitting her chest. “Am I not a good enough reason for you to want to live?” As if in response, Bernard Chimeko stretched in his sleep and wiped at his drool before turning to face the other way. Luyando took in every piece of his being; the dirty sandals on his feet with enough holes in them that defeated the manufacturers original purpose of production, the tone jeans and the oversized sweater with a colour she was convinced could not be traced on the colour wheel.

My finger hovers over the trigger, ready to end it, but I can’t look away just yet. As I watch, Alessandra’s security is overpowered. Their bodies are searched and stripped of weapons. A small, satisfied smile tugs at my lips. Not only is Alessandra’s life in danger, but so is her empire. I tighten my grip on the rifle, waiting for the right moment. Then, my phone vibrates again. “Hi Sandra. I know we haven’t spoken much lately, but I desperately need your help.” Brandon. My heart skips a beat as I read his name on the screen.

It was the Zanes afterall, with Brandon Zane being the Zane heir. “Hahaha, calm down Jen, of course I believe you! This is some news! I guarantee, once we Zanes have taken out the Khan, I will give you half their wealth!” Brandon exclaimed loudly and proudly. “I can leave the Khan wealth be, but that b*stard Zephyr crossed me, I must make him pay! Worst still is that bloody augment of his! As long as I get that augment, you can do whatever you want with the Khan’s fortune!” Jen said with a smile. “No problem son, together, let’s bring about the Khan’s demise! You can have their augment, but first, do me a favor; sneak into the Khan grounds, and drop this into their water supply,” Brandon rep

"Brandon, you've never compared things like this!" "But now she has entered your life." "Bran—" "Answer me." "Fine. Listen carefully, then." He stood up and reached for the door. "None." Then he stomped downstairs without turning back. Staring at his receding figure, Brandon sighed again. He took out his phone from his pocket and scrolled through the photos one more time. He double-tapped on them to have a closer look. They weren't fake. It was really Kyle and Clover on Level 100 of Sonderella. The worst scenario he had in mind was finally happening.

Just as Aiden had ventured into a strange and dangerous land for his own gains, there was another who was doing the same. This person was a smallish old man who was slightly bent over a thin black cane. On his left hand were several ornaments; for each finger was adorned with a silver ring. He had short black hair with streaks of gray running through it. This man was one that was regarded as the most shrewd of the enemies that the Beastmen had to face. He wasn’t the strongest enemy there was, but if one asked any of the Beast Elders who they’d rather not face, they would mention this man’s name. This man was Elder Sand.

Lucas felt slightly speechless. Why did people always mistake him for a Dark Race? He was clearly not a Dark Race. "You haven’t answered my question yet," Lucas said mildly, looking at Sandy. Sandy swallowed her saliva after hearing what he said. Overwhelmed with horror, she said to Lucas, "My name is Sandy Sandford, and she is my sister, Cindy Sandford." At this very moment, she had no choice but to compromise. She and Cindy did not have any access to any form of help right now. She simply hoped that this man from the Dark Race would not try to kill them, or they would stand no chance of survival.

“When I call your name, please stand up and introduce your parents to the class.” Sandra’s heart skipped a beat as she began with Raymond Adams, followed by Willow Albert. Next was Lilian Arrington and finally Brandon. She watched as her son stood up and smiled proudly. He was definitely his father’s son with his dark hair and midnight blue eyes. He was suave for a five-year-old and smiled cheerfully. “My mum is Sandra,” Brandon said proudly as he pointed to his mother who blushed scarlet behind the children. “My dad is gone on business and I have a little sister who’s Grace. She is only two and a half years old. She’s not old enough for school.”

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone